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Zooey
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When I was a little girl, I would always want my grandmother to pray for me…
Actually, everybody she knew wanted my grandmother to pray for them; she was a real prayer warrior. Whatever she was doing would stop,& she would sit down & start praying. It was the most wonderful way to grow up.
But then, when I was 37 years old, my grandmother died…That wonderful sense of assurance that there was this person who would always stop everything to pray was gone…
But then I came to see that she was not gone, not really. The old tired body that had carried her through 90+ years of life had stopped working, but she wasn’t dead–she was more alive than she had ever been! And she didn’t need that “hot line to Heaven” that we used to tease her about; she was in Heaven, she was in the presence of the God she had loved & worshipped all of her days…
So, I can still ask her to pray for me, and she will still stop–just stop–and say, “Lord, we come before you today, humbly asking You to honor Your promise to hear us”…
That is what praying to saints is. It is not worship, it is not replacing God, not at all. It is going–running–to our fathers & mothers & sisters & brothers in the faith, and asking them, “Please, please, you pray!! God listens to you better!!”, just the same as I would ask my grandmother when I was a little girl.
God bless.
Actually, everybody she knew wanted my grandmother to pray for them; she was a real prayer warrior. Whatever she was doing would stop,& she would sit down & start praying. It was the most wonderful way to grow up.
But then, when I was 37 years old, my grandmother died…That wonderful sense of assurance that there was this person who would always stop everything to pray was gone…
But then I came to see that she was not gone, not really. The old tired body that had carried her through 90+ years of life had stopped working, but she wasn’t dead–she was more alive than she had ever been! And she didn’t need that “hot line to Heaven” that we used to tease her about; she was in Heaven, she was in the presence of the God she had loved & worshipped all of her days…
So, I can still ask her to pray for me, and she will still stop–just stop–and say, “Lord, we come before you today, humbly asking You to honor Your promise to hear us”…
That is what praying to saints is. It is not worship, it is not replacing God, not at all. It is going–running–to our fathers & mothers & sisters & brothers in the faith, and asking them, “Please, please, you pray!! God listens to you better!!”, just the same as I would ask my grandmother when I was a little girl.
God bless.